by Dani Dundee
Syral seemed to like that. His tail twitched in pleasure behind him, and his shaft pulsed against my lips and my hand, a sure sign he was enjoying it all. He scraped a claw across my scales, stroking firmly.
I released his shaft, taking in his whole shaft once more. It sank eagerly into my mouth despite the size—perhaps he was right, and there was some part of this that relied on practice and skill, because it did seem a little easier than in the past. The join between my lips and his flesh made a wet slurp as I came up, and I felt his shaft stiffen, throbbing gently.
I knew what was happening. Syral always seemed the excitable sort—he once emptied his load over my back just from licking me a few times. He pushed down on the back of my head and I quite eagerly took the hint, slurping up his shaft, taking it into my mouth as deeply as I could, the swollen tip nudging against the back of my throat.
“Nnnf,” said Syral, gasping softly, his breath coming through his nose. “Oh yes, Dragon Gods…” He shuddered, the motion moving from his tail up his whole body, and I suckled as firmly as I could, ready for what I knew was about to come.
Thick, warm ropes of seed splattered into my mouth, rich and salty, spraying in deep. Syral’s load was impressive—not quite as much as Jeruth’s, of course—but it was still a welcome feeling after being without for so long, and try as I might, I couldn’t possibly swallow it all. A thick, gooey trail of the stuff ran down from the corner of my mouth, dribbling down to my chin. No matter what I did, I could never seem to contain it all. Kobolds were messy breeders. I tried to swallow as much as I could, each effort making wet slurping noises.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh…” Syral pressed his hand to the back of my head, rubbing along my spines, keeping my head firmly planted on his crotch. I didn’t mind, and it helped the seal a little as he filled my mouth with salty fluid.
Eventually, after a few moments, I felt the splattering against my mouth ease to a trickle. Drops of seed splattered on the stone below me, dribbling down from my chin. I kept myself pressed down as deeply as possible, slurping lewdly and swallowing, all to try and keep as much of it inside me as I could. This was the first time I’d had a full load of his inside my mouth, and I had to admit, it tasted nicer in a great volume.
Or maybe I was just getting more used to having kobolds lay their seed in my mouth. Either way was fine.
“That’s very nice work,” said Syral, grinning widely down at me. “I’ve never had a female suckle me to climax so quickly. And you took almost all of it, too…”
“Mmmph.” I tried to smile up to him in return, as best I could, his firm, throbbing shaft still deeply lodged in my mouth. Another trickle ran down my lips. “Mmm hmmph.”
“You did well,” said Syral, finally easing up the grip on the back of my head. “Sincerely incredible. I see what the others were ranting about now. You have a gifted tongue.”
I raised my mouth up, keeping my lips pressed against Syral’s tip, kissing it gently, each time taking away a thick glob of his seed and swallowing it. I set my hand on the base of his shaft, stroking gently, each motion bringing up a thick glob of the stuff. “That’s a good thing, right?” I asked between slurpy-kisses.
“It is for me,” said Syral, lifting his hand up away from my head, stretching his hands above his head, his back emitting a soft crack as he did so.
“I bet,” I said, the flow from his shaft ebbing to a trickle. I looked up at him expectedly. “So, about the council…”
Syral smiled and cupped his hand under my sticky chin. “Oh Taeni,” he said, the edges of his mouth turning up. “You’re going to be made into a full-time breeder and…diplomat.”
I was a bit confused. I gave Syral’s tip one more kiss, swallowed, then clambered back up to my feet, my mouth full of his sticky fluid. I clapped my lips together a few times, working out the stiffness. “Full time?” I asked, “but how would that work? I can only carry one egg at once…”
“It’s not about eggs,” said Syral. “Not for full time breeders, and certainly not for diplomats. There’s no schedule; you’re just required to entertain visitors whatever way they please. And, of course, any council members who might need their particular needs serviced…”
“Visiting kobolds?” I asked, curious. The whole thing sounded like an easy life; much easier than farming bugs. And, of course, if I was ordered to, that would be my new task.
“Often,” he said, “but not always. Visiting kobolds bring new blood into the community; there is a breeders exchange, so be prepared for that, but I suggest that at least some of your eggs in the future will be sired by the council.”
That was agreeable to me. More than agreeable. I barely felt worthy.
“Thank you,” I said, not sure of what else to say.
Syral smiled amusedly. “She lets me fill her mouth and then thanks me.” He gave my backside a firm swat. “The council are going to love breeding you, little Taeni, and so will I.”
Squeak. It felt good to have him touch my backside like that, but his words got my attention. I tilted my head. “You’re part of the breeding that happens there?”
“Of course,” said Syral, emitting a playful chuckle. “You’ll have my seed in more places than your mouth, little one. Soon enough.”
Soon it would be my turn to breed again, as was my duty, but I had missed the feeling of the stuff in my mouth. I wiped the salty goo from my lip and smiled widely. “I think I’d like that.”
Chapter II
Breaking the Rules
Syral sent me back to the city alone. He said he had important business to attend to and that I should return to my duties. After a short walk, I came upon his two bodyguards, standing watch at the only tunnel that lead to where I’d knelt and suckled their master.
They both watched me with an eagerness I found fascinating. Unlike before, when I had arrived, now they too were fully erect, their red shafts throbbing in the open air.
I felt like it was some kind of distress signal. As though their loins were aching and only my mouth could give them the relief they craved. They probably imagined themselves in Syral’s place, my lips wrapped around their kobold-hoods, struggling to keep their seed in my mouth…
They didn’t move out of the way. The tunnel was narrow. I turned sideways, squeezing past them, smiling lopsidedly as I—for a brief moment—was pinned between the two of them, one shaft nudging at the base of my tail, the other poking at my belly. I was a rusty kobold pinned between two bright red ones.
It would be an absolute lie to say that I didn’t stay there just a fraction of a moment longer than I needed to, before I wiggled past them, casually bumping each of them in turn with my tail.
“Sorry,” I said, giving a playful half smile.
One of them grinned at me, his eyes flicking down to my backside. “Not a problem,” he said, glancing to his companion before returning his gaze to my body. “I’ll accept your more formal apology later.”
Syral surely wouldn’t mind. With a little smile, I slipped further down the tunnel and away from them, thinking delightful thoughts.
Slowly, slowly, my mind returned to normal.
What was I thinking?! I wiped at my lips. Taking Syral’s load into my mouth was one thing; it had felt good and I’d gained a lot of useful information about what my future might hold, but…the things I’d said to the guards. How I’d teased them deliberately. I’d wanted to suckle them, too, and they were offering me nothing but a lot of risk—not only from the rules of the city in general, but from Syral, too, if he didn’t like that.
I got the distinct impression that he wanted my body all to himself.
Stupid Taeni, stupid! I’d been high on the mating scent, on the taste of Syral that I’d let my brain run away from me. Stupid bug farmer, getting a belly full of seed and letting it mess with her common sense.
As I got closer to the city I suddenly felt in way, way over my head.
What was I doing here?
“Taeni?” A familiar voice caught
my attention, jerking me out of my thoughts. Jeruth, standing there with his miners pickaxe, a disbelieving look on his face. “What in the name of the Dragon Gods are you doing down here?”
I bounded up to him happily, my tail swishing behind me. Suddenly, all the plans and schemes of the council—and Syral—vanished from my mind. “Surprised to see a bug farmer this far down in the mines?” I asked, grinning at him.
He grinned right back, setting his pickaxe down on the ground and wrapping his arms around me. “Yes, but it’s a pleasant surprise.”
I snuggled up to him as much as I could. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” I said, bumping my nose to his.
To my surprise, I felt his hand settle over my backside, giving a firm, lingering squeeze. “Believe me, your presence has been sorely missed.”
“Y-you as well,” I said, barely suppressing a soft squeak. My face suddenly felt very hot.
Jeruth pressed his chest against my front, his snout barely an inch away from mine, hands snugly around me. “How did the egg laying go?” he asked, his other hand also settling itself on my backside, a finger of his sliding under my tail. It quickly found its way to my tailhole, nudging pointedly.
I buried my face into his shoulder, giving off a muffled squeak. There was just something intensely lewd about all of it; any kobold could come around the corner at any point and see us. “I-it was good,” I said. “I did my d-duty…”
“I’m glad you did,” said Jeruth, pressing his digit against my tailhole, pushing it against me, slipping the tip inside my body, stretching my entrance slightly. “And I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I jumped a bit as I felt his finger wiggle against my inner passage. It felt nice—it reminded me of pleasant things—but I wasn’t really expecting Jeruth to do this. To be truthful, I did want him, but it was against the rules to breed with anyone outside of their assigned partner.
The penalty was execution. For being aberrant. For refusing the lawful commands of the city rulers.
But…I really wanted to.
“We shouldn’t be seen,” I said, breathing through my nose as Jeruth’s digit pressed into me a little further.
“So let’s not be seen,” he said, casually stepping back, walking with me, his finger still lodged within me, until we came to a small alcove that lead to an air shaft. It was little more than a nook; a space barely big enough for the two of us. “Nobody comes in here.” Jeruth smiled playfully, wiggling his finger a little more. “Except me.”
Then the room seemed like it was ideal. I bit down on my lower lip to stop myself from squeaking, and then wiggled around until my chest was against the rock of the cavern and Jeruth’s chest was against my back. I made sure to keep my legs together, but my tail lifted up and out of the way.
Jeruth’s finger continued to explore inside me. “Beautiful,” he said, pressing his chest against my back. I heard a wet slurp as he licked several of his free fingers, then reached down and touched his shaft, wetting it with his saliva. “I’ve been wanting this ever since…ever since I last saw you.”
“Ever since then?” With my chest still firmly pushed against the stone, I twisted around to look at him, raising an eyeridge. “I would have thought you’d have forgotten about me…”
“How could I forget you?” Jeruth nudged the swollen tip of his shaft up into my rumpcleft, sliding it back and forth against the cheeks of my backside, his hands sliding to my hips. “Having you only fuelled my desire to do it all again,” he said, sliding his finger out from my tailhole, but almost immediately himself up until his shaft nudged up under my tail. The tip was damp, cool, glistening with his saliva, my entrance exposed because of his finger work.
I sucked in breath as the tip of Jeruth’s shaft pressed to my tailhole. I’d felt him there before…that had been remarkably pleasurable. This would be no different, I was sure. Slowly he pushed forward, spreading me lewdly, the thick member pushing past my tight entrance, the tip sliding into my body. I squeaked loudly, biting down on my lower lip. “A-are you sure this is okay?” I barely managed, a strange question to ask with half his cock inside me.
Jeruth didn’t answer. His claws dug into my hips as he slid forward, pressing his thick, eager shaft into my tailhole, until his backside was flush against my rump. His strong hips pushed me up against the cool stone of the alcove. I could feel him inside me, the thick length of his shaft throbbing against my inner walls, a pleasurable sensation to be sure. It was in deep…much deeper than his finger had been.
Concerns about what we were doing danced in my head. I felt his warm breath on my neck. I pushed back against him, curling my tail around his waist, tugging him in closer. I squeezed my muscles around him, running my claws against his sides. It hurt feeling his large, throbbing shaft inside me, but less than it had the first time, and as I started to relax and enjoy it, the painful sensation started to fade along with my worries.
Slowly, slowly, Jeruth slid himself almost completely out of my tailhole, leaving just the tip of his shaft within me. Then he pushed back in, hilting himself within my body. His groin hit my backside with a gentle bump, pushing my chest against the stone.
I squeezed him with my tail, arching my back slightly, feeling the change in posture adjust him inside me. It felt so strange to have a male inside my tailhole, but it also felt good. Not quite the same way that breeding was, but this was…something else. Something different. Something exciting.
Jeruth kissed the back of my neck, delivering little smooches to my spines, working up the back of my neck to my head. I could feel him wanting me; he wanted to go deep, go hard, and I wanted him to as well.
“Just do it,” I breathed, rubbing my tail around his middle.
Thump. Squeak! He pushed into me firmly, deeply, his groin slapping against my backside, his thick, heavy shaft stretching my tailhole. I pulled him close with my tail, arching my back, desperate to take him in deeper. He pushed with his hips, each rough thump pushing me up against the wall, his thick shaft driving deeply into my body.
There wasn’t much I could do but press back against him when I could, squeezing his middle with my tail. Each thrust, deep and raw, felt amazing; it was even better than the first time he’d taken me there. Lewd and strong. Deep. Punctuated with a soft squeak.
“Harder,” I whispered, closing my eyes, pushing my backside back against him as much as I could manage. I squeezed him using my inner muscles, tightening my tailhole around his shaft.
Jeruth seemed to like me squeezing him; he groaned softly, his strong hands gripping my hips, using the grip for leverage. Then he went harder, just as I’d asked; his body pressed up tightly against mine, sliding back and forth, pressing me against the alcove’s wall. It felt good to be sandwiched between hard, unyielding stone and Jeruth’s firm chest.
I bit down on my lower lip to muffle my squeaking. Damnable squeak! Yet I could barely help it; every one of Jeruth’s rough, eager thrusts excited me, tingled my whole body in a way that nothing had ever done before, not even him. There was just something different about it all…either the way he was doing it, or something about the area.
Or maybe it was me. I was changing. I was becoming more and more engaged with mating, and enjoying even having males in my tailhole.
Jeruth worked faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. The more he worked me, the greater my excitement grew. Soon my breathing came in ragged gasps, and my tail trembled around his body. I couldn’t stop squeaking; I just felt the pleasure grow and grow, my whole body tingling with joyous energy, as though pleasant sparkles were dancing along my spine.
I reached behind me, gripping his hips, holding him close. My claws dug into his scales, scraping along them, gripping him tightly and holding his thumping, rocking body close against mine.
Jeruth drove his shaft deeply into my tailhole, burying his member right up to the hilt, and I felt waves of hot, sticky seed spray into my body, splashing in waves, lewd ropes of the stuff splattering against m
y insides.
It felt amazing. I whimpered happily, squeezing Jeruth’s throbbing member with my tailhole, milking as much of his seed into my body as possible.
I wanted it all to stay within me but it just wasn’t possible. Jeruth’s load was so much larger this time than even his first in me; wave after wave splattered into my tailhole, utterly drenching it with his seed, multiple trickles leaking out of my body, running down each leg, creating white, gooey rivers slowly trickling down towards the stone floor.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” I gasped, Jeruth’s chest pressed tightly up against my back, his shaft throbbing and pulsing within me, relentlessly pumping even more of his seed into my body. My tailhole was stretched and raw, bruised and pounded roughly, but full of Jeruth’s delightful seed. It soothed the ache. “That was…that was…”
“That was amazing,” said Jeruth, smiling over my shoulder at me.
I smiled back, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement.
One of Syral’s bodyguards, staring right at us.
“Wait!” I said, trying to talk to him before he raised the alarm. “It’s not what you think!”
Jeruth jerked himself out of me, twisting around, trying to hide his crotch—but the bodyguard saw everything. Saw Jeruth’s shaft, dribbling down onto the stone, and my exposed tailhole absolutely dripping with seed. He saw and he knew.
For a moment, for a brief moment, I thought the guard would not say anything. His own shaft was firm and tall, and he had followed me after all—maybe he would accept some kind of trade. He could have my tailhole too, in exchange for his silence. He looked at me with a pronounced eagerness, a distinct longing, and I had teased him earlier…maybe it would be okay. I arched my back a little more, showing off more of my seed-splattered tailhole, trying to silently tempt him…
“You’re both coming with me,” he said, his eyes affixed on my tailhole, his reluctance palpable. “You’ve broken the rules.”
*****
We were obedient kobolds. Jeruth and I went with him.